Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Franke,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.